Sunday, July 1, 2012

Where I Lie

Waking for the fifth time
In one morning
With all sense of order

Lost

In fretful thoughts
Of missed appointments
And all the scattered

Pieces

Of dreams and faces
Still imagined in
Clothes piled

Messily

Around bags and shoes
And books and glasses
About the bed where I

Lie.

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